Category: Philosophy

A wise man once told me that people tended to be unhappy because they focussed on the problems in their life. Things that were going well did not require attention and therefore did not get it. Consequently if you asked a person what he or she had been thinking about it was generally an unpleasant and difficult to solve problem. This blog will try to fight this tendency with a Happy Friday policy.

Yesterday my friend Brad and I took the DA40 out of its hangar and headed out to Williamstown, Massachusetts. There are three great art museums within 3 miles of the Harriman and West Airport (paved but VFR-only and surrounded by mountains): Clark, MassMOCA (installation art fueled by approx. $50 million of Massachusetts taxpayer funds; run by New Yorkers who dress and sound like Dieter on Saturday Night Live), and Williams College’s art museum. We stopped by Williams College and looked at their magnificent 9th century BC Assyrian tablets plus a visiting show of Tibetan art.

The Assyrian tablets remind one that the current conflict in Iraq is not the first one and that the artifacts of ancient civilization in Iraq have nothing to do with its current Arab rulers. The Assyrians are the heirs to a literary and cultural traditional that goes back to the Epic of Gilgamesh and Sargon’s kingdom circa 2350 B.C. For some reason it became conventional in Assyrian literature for heroes to be discovered in baskets floating on rivers, washed into the reeds. This is how Gilgamesh was found and also Sargon. For those of you going to a Passover Seder this year, a good way to really piss off your hosts is to start asking questions about whether the story of Moses being found in a basket in the Nile wasn’t simply copied from much earlier Assyrian stories. Suppose that it is true that Moses grew up in an Egyptian royal household but not that he was found in the river. That would make Moses, the Jewish leader of the Jews, … an Egyptian pure and simple. (The descendants of Moses’s relatives would therefore be the Coptic Christian minority that survived the Arab invasion of Egypt.)

Assyrians converted to Christianity shortly after the death of Jesus and have been fighting a losing battle with Muslim Arab invaders since the 7th century A.D. They seem to be a forgotten oppressed minority in an Arab country but they do have a Web site: http://aina.org/aol/

From the art museum we walked out into the 50-degree sunshine and along a creek filled with snowmelt. A young woman came up behind us, smiling, red-faced, and walking briskly with wet hair. She had been celebrating Spring by taking a swim in the freezing water.

For our return flight to Boston we took off just as the sun was setting in the Berkshires. The hilly landscape around the Connecticut River was painted with a pinkish light reminiscent of the Hudson River School. We could distinguish the subtle tones with our eyes but there is no way that film would have captured it so Brad and I just enjoyed it. In flying over lakes we noticed that the pack ice was broken up and covering less than 50 percent of the surface. Spring is here. Brad flies for American Airlines so you’d think that he would have become jaded with aerial scenery but he looked out the window in wonder (and in fear; I did much of the flight with a hood on so that I could see only the instruments while Brad looked for other airplanes and critiqued my performance on 4 instrument approaches).

Now that we New Englanders seem finally to escaped the clutches of Winter it may be worth reflecting that it could have been much worse. Here’s a note from Marion, an old friend who lives in Alaska:

I am curious whether you heard as far away as Boston about the storm of the century we had here in Anchorage about two weeks ago. 130 mph winds, right off the inlet and onto our poor little condo. The winds and low temperatures also meant there was about a -30 degree F windchill. First the power went out and the car alarms in the neighborhood were going off like crazy. Debris was flying everywhere, trees were going down, and the dust was high. Then the roof flew off next door (from the green house on the corner), up about 15′ and onto our building’s roof, crushing it and breaking a joist. Boards were falling from the ceiling onto Sylvia & Jerry while they were in bed (Jerry tried to dismiss Mom’s complaints about the roof falling in until a board hit him in the ear! That is what he deserved). Then, early in the morning, our downstairs neighbor, Sherman, came flying into my condo announcing that the pipes had burst and water was spraying everywhere. We had to shut off the water. Concurrent with this, we also lost our heat. The water and heat stayed off for about a week.